Waltzing In the Witchwood

In the twilight waiting , breathing watching others , searching,seething, lying in the fragrant flowers "neath your castle's spiraled towers........ Lying in the witch wood the little people pines, murmuring their wind words, whispering their rhymes . Making plans for Midnight when the moon is low, Shaking off the needles falling soft below. Branches entertwining, in a circle dance spinning in the moonlight till the thrilling trance turns them into ladies, with their lords in tow, waltzing in the Witch wood where no one else will know.